Bed of Rust

Lyrics

I'm sleeping on a bed of rust And I am breathing hard And I am breathing hard Sometimes I feel I'm made of glass And still I'm breathing hard And still I'm breathing hard I'm weakened by this heavy load And I want nothing more And I want nothing more I'm empty cause I dug the hole And still I'm nothing more And still I'm nothing more And the mud in my mouth Starts to pour while I'm speaking And I scrape the mistakes From the thoughts that's misleading I swear that all feel is doubt My life is made of sand My life is made of sand Like Jesus kept temptations in It's falling through my hands It's falling through my hands Underground in the maze Where I carve the excuses With the guilt that I pull Out of skin that I'm shedding And the mud in my mouth Is still here and still pouring And I choke on the cross As I'm hanging, as I'm hanging